Unforgivable Lust & Fire: Book 1 of the Unforgivable Series

By Shay Lee Soleil

Keera was thrown into a life of independence at a young age when her parents died in a tragic accident. Her childhood friends and grandparents helped her through the devastating loss. Living a lonely life, she dreams of having a passionate relationship like her parents had, but will she let a man into her life? Keera lo

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shay Lee Soleil
• Release date: Dec 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9780995234239

Shay Lee Soleil

Shay Lee Soleil is an erotic romance author. She is a wife and mother of two grown children living in Ontario, Canada. She wrote Unforgivable Lust & Fire when she was off of work, healing from a personal bout with cancer. With pure determination and drive, she persistently wrote Unforgivable Lust & Restraint and is currently finishing the third book of the series.

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Dedication

To my brother in-law Norm (May 8 2012)

I started to write this book on his birthday, January 5 after he died. Thanks for the incredible journey, you made me realize life is short. To my husband and my children, thanks for putting up with me when my mind was elsewhere. Thank you for letting me follow a dream.

Acknowledgements

To Chrissy, Damon, and Benjamin at Damonza.com

You have gone above and beyond to help me save this

file and re-format it for me, when I was losing my mind

over this. You saved me and my book. I can’t say enough

good things about the Damonza team. You are all amazing!

My appreciation is endless. Thank you so much!

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I’m leisurely strolling through the grocery store with a song stuck in my head that I’d heard on the drive here. For some strange reason, it has me singing it out loud. She don’t love you she’s just lonely. She wasn’t once upon a time. Jeez, story of my life. Suddenly I stop singing as I’m stretching to reach my spaghetti sauce on the top shelf, because in my peripheral vision is someone at the end of the aisle staring at me.

The thought crosses my mind that it’s the guy who follows me around town. I guess you can call him my stalker. He watches me from a distance, but has never approached me. I don’t even know his name and in a small town like Huntsville, you’d think I’d know who he is. What’s strange is that I’m not getting that feeling of utter disgust like I usually get when I catch my stalker staring at me. This time it’s a delicious tingle travelling down my spine, so I automatically stop what I’m doing and look. I’m riveted to the same spot, staring back as intensely as he is to me. Oh. My. God! When I realize I said that out loud, I quickly close my mouth.

Standing at the end of the aisle is a tall, dark and gorgeous hunk of a man that exudes power and confidence in his stance and he’s staring directly at me. Or I think he’s staring at me? I look over my shoulder one way and then the other to see if anyone else is behind me. Nope. He’s staring at me.

Not just staring, burning a hole right through me kind of stare. My eyes do a once over inspecting his beautiful body from head to toe. My thoughts running away from me, fantasizing of how hard his body is beneath those clothes, how would it feel pressed against mine? What exactly is he packing in those jeans? I can’t take my eyes off of him. I feel this indescribable feeling running through my whole body and a gush of wetness between my legs. What the hell? I squeeze my thighs together, shifting my stance, trying not to make it look so obvious of what he’s doing to me.

I’m secretly pleased with what I’m wearing. It’s seasonably warm for being so late in September. There’s not many days left like this before the cold weather gets here, so I’ve got on my stone washed little cut off jean shorts and a white tank top, which makes my boobs look bigger. God blessed me and I’m quite happy with what I have, but at this moment, every little bit helps. I really do like the way these shorts hug my bubble butt too, which my friends say they’d sell their soul for. I can hear my best friend Leena in my head right now. ‘Keera, that ass of yours should be plastered all over magazines. It’s perfect.'

My friends make comments on the attention they get when they’re out with me because people stare a lot. They say I look like a Barbie doll and they’d kill to look like me. I consider myself being average with a lot of flaws. Yes, I have the long blonde hair, but that’s it. I’m not even that tall, only five foot four, must’ve got that from my mom’s side of the family.

We stare each other up and down for a minute or two. His friend steps in beside him, stops, and looks at him. His friend follows his line of sight to me and then back to him. The friend shakes his head in disbelief and then grabs his arm, pulling him away, but Mr. Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous shakes his arm free and returns to the end of the aisle to stare at me once again. A smile forms on his beautiful face, but then quickly diminishes when his friend gives him attitude and pulls him away for the second time.

I’m flustered, standing with my spaghetti sauce in my hand. What was that all about? And who was that?

I wander around the store dazed and confused, forgetting what else I need, thinking about him and how good looking he is. I can’t explain it, but I have an awful urge to see him again and find myself struggling with the thought of searching for him. I could make up some kind of excuse, so I can talk to him?

No. let’s not make an ass out of yourself. Jeez Keera, like you’ve ever done that before. What’s wrong with you? I finally break out of my daze and remember what I need.

My phone rings and I answer it with the usual greeting. Hey, girlfriend.

Keera, what are you doing? Leena asks.

Getting groceries.

Let’s go dancing with Katie and get our drink on.

Sure, I’d love to.

Meet us at eight tomorrow night. The Lodge.

K, sounds good. See you tomorrow. I picture in my head all the good times my best friends and I have had at that bar, dancing the night away and it makes me smile. But when I think of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous showing up there, I physically shiver. I look down to see my nipples protruding underneath my white tank top and quickly cover them with my hair. Never before has my body reacted like this over a guy. A ridiculous grin crosses my face and I shake my head as I make my way through the check out.

Walking outside, I take a deep breath, trying to restore my composure, after my encounter with the only guy who’s ever affected me like that. I take another cleansing deep breath, smelling the pine trees and clean mountain air as I walk through the parking lot and that’s when I feel that delicious tingle again, so I automatically look around feeling like someone’s watching me. I don’t see anyone, so I open the back of my Journey and put my groceries in, and then head over to Mr. and Mrs. Fisher’s house, which is down from the grocery store.

It’s a weekly ritual I took over from my mom. She’d take milk, bread, eggs, their favourite cookies and whatever else was on the list for the week for them. Since Mrs. Fisher’s been in a wheelchair, it’s too hard for her to get around. I think I took over because they’re the cutest old couple I’ve ever seen. They remind me of my parents and they keep me grounded, thinking maybe I could have a relationship like theirs someday. I know it’s cliché to say, but every girl dreams of finding their true love, only I want more. I want a relationship that’s filled with so much passion and heat that it could set the world on fire. A relationship where we grow old together and can’t imagine ever being apart. Like Mr. and Mrs. Fisher. Like my parents had.

I place the groceries in the cupboard, with the help of Mr. Fisher who always collects a cookie and glass of milk for me.

Sit, dear, have a cookie. Mrs. Fisher motions for me to sit beside her and we talk about things that happen around town, or the weather, and I ask if they need me to bring anything else during the week. Mr. Fisher gives me the weekly list and then I give them both a kiss on my way out.

Usually when I’m leaving, Mrs. Fisher always says something nice. Today it’s, What a beautiful woman you’ve turned into. Rachelle and James are smiling down upon you right now. I bet they’re so proud.

Thank you very much Mrs. Fisher. I think about them constantly. And I know they’re watching over me. K, I’ll see you next week. Bye!

When I get home, I grab my groceries out of my Journey and look around again. That feeling of someone watching creeps up on me again, along with the same tingle I felt in the grocery store.

A black pick-up two doors down catches my eye, but I dismiss it almost immediately and think of the task at hand. I go inside and start making dinner. While I’m eating in front of the TV, I hear a noise outside.

I get up and go outside to search my wrap around front porch, but I don’t see anything, so I go back in and watch TV again.

Before bed, I put some more wood on the fire and take a shower then climb beneath the sheets trying to stay warm. It feels like I’ve just fallen asleep, when suddenly I wake to another loud noise. What the hell was that? I stay as still as possible glancing around frantically, making sure no one is in my room with me. I slowly get out of bed and reach under my mattress for the fairly large knife I placed there a couple months ago when I first noticed my stalker watching me. With my mind racing, thinking of every possibility, I tiptoe over to the door and slowly inch it open a crack. I peer out into the hallway and after seeing that no one is there, I open my door fully and make my way into the kitchen. With the knife ready to strike, I search the rest of the house cautiously.

After finding nothing unusual and making sure the doors are locked, I lie back in bed with scattered thoughts. My stalker enters my mind and then it quickly switches to the gorgeous guy I saw in the grocery store. I finally fall back asleep around two.

When I wake in the morning, I can’t stop yawning from my restless night. Clumsily, I shuffle out of bed and walk to the kitchen to fill my kettle to make a tea and then saunter to my closet to find something sexy to wear for later tonight. Somewhere along the way, my mind shifts to Mr. Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous and I can’t erase the ridiculous grin on my face. My God! I’ve never seen anyone so hot. Why haven’t I seen him before? He can’t be from around here. Can he?

Looking down, I find my bra and thong on the floor outside my walk in closet. What the frick! I pick them up and stare down at them confused, trying to figure out how they got here. I don’t remember leaving these here. Did they fall out of the basket of clothes and I didn’t notice? Maybe. I decide to wear them, anyway.

I hold up my little red dress that has a low neck line and shows some major cleavage. It clings to my every curve. It’ll work. It’s mid-thigh so it’ll show a lot of leg and these shoes will do the trick, matching perfectly with it.

To keep myself busy, I bring in some more wood, exercise and clean the house. While I’m cleaning up, I notice my keys on the counter. It’s strange, but I quickly dismiss it and hang them back up. Later I throw my hair up in a messy bun and head out to the nearest store to find red nail polish that matches the dress. When I get back to my house, I quickly paint my nails.

The day has flown by, so I hop in the shower to get ready for our night at the bar. As I’m washing my body, I replay in my mind the way Mr. Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous was staring at me in the store. Instantly, I get that tingle down my spine and that ridiculous grin stretches across my face again.

I fantasize about him standing in front of me, placing his big strong hands all over my body. His touch. Would I feel that tingle every time he touched me? His kiss. How would those lips feel on mine? I’m surprised to see how aroused I am thinking about him, but then my mind flips and I think, who are you kidding? Could you actually go through with him touching you or would you push him away like the couple of guys who have tried to get close and failed. Christ, I’ll be single and lonely my whole life if I don’t let someone in.

Why do I keep thinking about him? I should stop. I’ll never see him again. He most likely doesn’t live around here. The thought saddens me.

After rinsing the conditioner out of my hair, I slide the door to the side to get out. Opening the pantry, I grab a towel and when I turn, I see a towel on the closed toilet seat. What the…? I. Did. Not. Put that there! Who’s been in my house? Oh my god! While I was in the frickin’ shower. Holy shit! Okay, now I’m freaking out. I hurry to wrap the towel around me and then cautiously walk out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. I grab another trusty knife and search every room in the whole house again, but find nothing.

Am I losing my mind? I swear to god, I think I’ve lost it.

When I calm down, I comb out my hair, dry it, curl it, get dressed, put a little make-up on and I’m out the door, ready to meet the girls.

The Lodge is the place to be. It’s always busy. It’s Leena’s favourite bar because of the huge wrap-around porch which we use quite extensively during the summer months. The exterior looks like an old saloon from a western movie. The interior walls are filled with memorabilia like snow shoes, trapping gear, stuffed deer, bear, moose, and every other animal that you can find in the Northern Ontario town of Huntsville. The bar itself, is the length of the building, and the music can be heard outside before you reach the door.

Leena and Katie are waiting for me in the parking lot when I arrive and we go right in together, straight to the bar to get a drink. We’re talking above the music, swaying to the beat, scoping out the place to see if there is anyone we know.

Jeez did you even taste that one? I clink my beer bottle against Leena’s drink teasing her.

Going down good tonight. She bumps her hip against mine.

Katie turns to clink both our drinks. To the good times.

To good times. Both Leena and I say at the same time.

A table becomes available when a group of people get up to leave and we claim the table as ours, getting comfortable on the high back bar stools, hanging our purses on the chairs. The waitress saunters over and we order another round.

Another good song comes on and we get up to dance. We try to talk and dance at the same time, but the music is too loud, so we give up talking.

With having a little booze in us, we are feeling fine and are having a great time. We head back to the table when the waitress brings our second drink, chugging another sip, and then head back to the dance floor. Sweat beads start to form down my back and my nape as we dance our butts off, making sure we get a good workout.

Time to hit the john, girls! Katie says. So we grab our purses and dance our way to the washroom. When the door closes, we finally get a chance to talk without yelling.

We slip into the stalls, not skipping a beat with our gabbing. Katie’s been travelling from home to university, but now that winters coming she’s going to live on campus, leaving us until Christmas, and then Leena drops the bomb on me that she’s going to see her father in Aruba for a week, leaving me alone.

What am I going to do without them? I don’t have anyone else except my grandfather who lives a little more than an hour away. I guess I can go visit him or he can come see me.

Both my parents died in a car accident when I was eighteen. It was a very sad time in my life. The doctors told me I was going through depression, but I still refuse to believe it. I was devastated and I went through hell. Anyone else at such a young age would’ve acted the same, if not worse. The big settlement from the trucking company helped pay the bills once I received it, easing the stress of learning to be independent all of a sudden, so I could take care of a household. My parents were my life and I think about them all the time. My grandfather and grandmother and both my friends helped me get through the grief. My grandparents came to live with me after the accident for a few months until my grandmother got sick. She died a few months after that, which devastated my Gramps and I’ve been on my own ever since. It teaches you to grow up in a hell of a hurry. I’m improving greatly as the days go by. But I still need my two best friends.

As we’re coming out of the washroom my step falters suddenly, when my eyes catch sight of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous confidently leaning against the bar.

Acting on pure instinct, I stop dead in my tracks.

Leena and Katie pile up behind me. What the hell, Keera?

We all laugh and then I quickly recover, risking a peek, visually devouring his gorgeous body as we make our way back to our table.

My face turns beet red. I’m irritated with myself for being a complete klutz. And why? What is it about him that makes me lose my cool? Jeez, if he didn’t know I wanted him before, he sure knows it now. My stomach quivers and I’m almost shaking. I can’t believe how excited I am to see him again. A little part of me was hoping he’d be here.

I tell the girls about my encounter with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous in the grocery store and how he’s all I can think about. I urge them to peek over nonchalantly.

He could do a jeans commercial with the jeans he’s wearing. They fit perfectly. He has his back to the bar and his legs crossed, a position that accentuates his impressive package. His elbows rest on the bar as he leans back, very relaxed.

As I’m looking at him standing there in that sexy pose, I can feel a tingle between my legs. I look periodically trying not to gawk at him. But I am. His T-shirt is skin tight and it has a fire department logo on it, which sends my mind into overdrive wondering if he’s really a fireman.

His muscles bulge, straining his skin tight T-shirt and I can see the outline of every muscle through it, giving me a great view of his eight pack abs. His silky black hair is styled to perfection and falls a couple inches from his shoulder. That face and those mysterious eyes. He’s perfect. I glance again checking out his luscious lips.

I shiver. Goddamn, he’s gorgeous!

The girls grab my arm, pulling me up off my seat. Come on. Let’s dance. I try not to look at him, but I can feel him staring again, so every now and then, I look his way. His intense gaze sears my skin making me feel a bit uncomfortable.

The sexy little waitress walks over to talk to Mr. Tall Dark and Gorgeous, but he waves his hand like he’s saying no. He talks to his friend, the same one that was in the grocery store with him, and now that I’ve gotten a better look at them together, I think maybe they’re brothers. They sure do look alike. Every time I look over at him, I see that he’s still staring and my stomach quivers.

I wait patiently for him to come and talk to me, but as the night winds down, my hopes fade.

It’s late and Leena and Katie have to get up early, so we say our goodbyes.

I have to run to the washroom again, you go ahead, love you guys, you have fun at university, and you have fun in Aruba. I’ll miss you two! We kiss and hug each other and then they disappear out the door.

Taking my last sip of beer, I collect my purse and stagger to the washroom. Feeling a little dizzy, I push through the door and then the stall to quickly sit. I only had two beers. What’s wrong with me?

When I make it to the sink, I’m feeling warm and sweaty, so I splash a little water on my face. I look in the mirror fixing my makeup quickly. I want to get out of here. I head for the door and when I get outside and haven’t fallen like I thought I might have, I am quite proud that I didn’t make a fool of myself. The cool breeze hits my face as I walk toward my car. My vision is blurry and I stumble, but I feel someone pick me up and into their strong arms.

He’s warm and very muscular. My head’s spinning so I rest it on his chest. I hear a conversation, but I can’t lift my head to see who is talking.

Now what are you going to do with her?

I’m taking her home with us.

No way! Are you nuts? Fuck, I knew you were losing it, but…

I’m not arguing with you. Here’s her keys, drive in front of me.

He places me on what I think is the front seat.

I’m confused, my ears are now ringing, and I feel faint, like I’m going to pass out.

I can hear more talking in the distance.

Bryce, think about this. Someone’s going to be looking for her. Like maybe a big fucking husband. You’re not thinking straight. Use your head. Not that head!

I’ve been thinking about her for two days now. She lives alone and I’ll deal with the consequences.

How do you know that?

I was in her house. No husband, no boyfriend, just a psycho stalker.

Aw Christ, breaking and entering. Kidnapping…you’re not listening! You have to take her home.

I am. To our home.

Fucking bull head. You can’t! Just take her home!

No! I’ve got less than two weeks.

To do what?

To make her fall in love with me.

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When I wake, I have something over my eyes, blinding me. My mind tells me to take it off my face, but I can’t, I feel my hands are tied. I wiggle trying to remove my restraints, I yank and pull, but they won’t budge. My ankles are also tied with my legs spread wide open. I no longer feel the constricting tightness of my dress and my feet are bare, but at least I have a blanket covering my body, keeping me warm.

I feel the bed dip on one side of me and I jump. My eyes darting rapidly from side to side to see any kind of light, but there’s none. The first thing that enters my mind is my stalkers face. Was he at the bar and I didn’t see him? Adrenaline curses through my veins immediately and my natural instinct is to pull harder on the ropes, to loosen them so I can slip my hands out, but they seem to tighten more around my wrists, biting into my skin.

Stop! I hear a deep male voice and then his hand covers my wrist. It’s digging into you.

My heart beat quickens, my pulse leaps and when he touches me, I feel an electric current shoot straight up my arm to the hairs on my nape.

He lowers his voice to a whisper beside my ear. I’m not going to hurt you. Flashbacks of Jake almost raping me when I was fifteen enters my mind and I relive those terrible moments again. Sweat starts to form at my temple and a lone tear seeps from my eye. Do not cry Keera. Be tough. And you’ll get through this.

There are so many things racing through my mind right now. Where am I? Who is he? How did I get here? Why am I tied up? How am I going to get out of this? I remember the dizziness I felt walking out of the bar. Did my stalker slip something in my drink so he could kidnap me? Who knows I’m missing? No one. Leena might text me in a few days? Maybe, if she’s not too busy in Aruba. Gramps will call if I haven’t checked in with him by the end of the week. Oh god, I could be held captive for a week or two before anyone even realizes I’m missing. What am I going to do? Think. Think of something fast. I just want to go home.

His fingers gently glide down my cheek, and I flinch bringing me back to the here and now. My breathing hitches. I’ve never been so scared in all my life. Except, of course, the ordeal with Jake. He continues along my jaw line and to my neck caressing my skin. I pull on my restraints again, harder this time. The pain is intense, but I can deal with it if it helps me get out of this situation.

The weight of his body lays half on me and his hands touch both my wrists. Stop. Please. I don’t want you hurt. He kisses my cheek softly. I stop moving, paying attention to what he’s doing. He continues kissing me so gently, like he’s trying to convince me that no harm will come to me. A shiver travels down my spine, but it’s not because I’m cold. I feel warm.

I feel him get off the bed, on the left. A few seconds pass and then I feel the blanket is lifted slightly, and the bed dips on the right side of me. His warm body is plastered against mine. I flinch and then my body starts to shake. Oh God what is he going to do? Why is this happening to me?

Something really hard rests against my thigh, and when I realize what it is, I tense and freeze. Not moving an inch, not moving a muscle. What the frick? That cannot be his cock! That thing is huge!

He whispers in my ear. I need you to relax. I need you to trust me. I won’t hurt you, I promise. I can’t see where I am from whatever’s covering my eyes, but I can hear his breathing and I can smell his cologne and a hint of wood burning. If this is my stalker, I have no experiences with him to compare. He watches me from afar. I’ve never heard his voice and he’s never got close enough that I could smell his cologne.

I think my senses are returning now that the grogginess is subsiding.

His arm lays across my chest. I flinch again. I’m going to untie you. Do not take that blind fold off your eyes. I’m letting you go to the washroom. This will tell me if I can trust you, or if I have to tie you up again.

He’s going to untie me. If I do what he tells me to do, I can win his trust and the moment he lets his guard down, I think I can escape.

Feeling his warm breath gusting against my ear when he whispers does strange things to me. Something I’ve never felt before. He whispers again. Can I trust you?

I shake my head yes.

He gets off the bed, and I feel his fingers rubbing gently along my ankle as he unties it. He then moves to the headboard, untying my hand, and then he waits. I want to take the blindfold off. But I don’t.

Be smart about this Keera, you need to win his trust. Do exactly what he says.

I hear his feet on the floor coming around to the other side of the bed. He slowly unties my ankle, skimming his fingers along my skin, gently touching me. I shiver at his touch. Why am I shivering? I’m warm. Is my body showing fear differently?

He moves to the headboard once again and I feel the rope loosen. The bed dips beside me as he removes my last restraint on my wrist. He raises my arm and gently kisses my wrist. You’ve left welts on your beautiful skin. I didn’t want you hurting yourself.

Is that regret in his voice? Does he care? I might be able to use this to my advantage.

Taking my legs off the bed to the side, he gently lifts me up under my arms until I’m standing. Are you okay to stand? I nod yes, even though my knees are ready to buckle from me shaking and I’m still a little light headed and groggy from whatever was slipped into my beer or is this feeling from fright? I don’t know. Too many emotions, my mind is a scrambled mess.

He helps me toward the bathroom and my blanket falls to the floor. I feel naked as I stand there with my white lace bra and matching thong on.

I hear his sharp intake of breath as he stops for a few seconds, so I stop with him. I can feel his hot burning gaze searing my skin. I can’t see him, but I can feel him and after a few moments we continue to the toilet.

If you take the blind fold off, you’d better have it back on before you come out. Do you understand?

I nod yes.

He closes the door behind me. I’ll be right here. I hear him say behind the door.

I take the blind fold off and frantically search for a way out. I desperately tug at the window, but it doesn’t budge. There’s no way out. I’m being held captive in a log cabin, and a nice one at that. It seems fairly new. I run my finger along the window sill. There’s no dust anywhere. It must be new or someone’s cleaning skills are fabulous. Focus Keera. I check out my surroundings. The very large bathroom is light stained cedar. In one corner of the room is an extra-large triangular shaped Jacuzzi tub, a large shower with glass and brass doors, in the other corner, along the one wall is a large rustic bench. On the wall above the vanity is a huge mirror with rustic cedar wood all the way around it, matching the bench. Black granite double sinks, and heated black granite floors. Whoever owns this place is certainly not hurting for money.

I don’t hear you going yet. I hear him say from behind the door. What’s taking so long? Do I have to come in there?

Thinking quickly, I finally break my silence toward him. No! I’ll be out in a couple of minutes. Think Keera. You’ve been taken against your will. Kidnapped from the bar by your stalker. He’s going to be waiting outside that